I was bound to him by chains of obligation and fear — a pawn in a game I never chose to play. Forced into marriage with the ruthless CEO, Theodore Draven, I was nothing more than a naive college student, unaware of the darkness that thrived beneath his polished charm.

Our worlds collided the day I delivered my father’s lunch to his office — a simple errand that became my undoing. His piercing gaze found mine, and in that instant, I felt the ground shift beneath my feet. I didn’t know then that one look would seal my fate.

Theodore Draven was a man who took what he wanted — no matter the cost — and I had become his newest possession.

In his world of power, luxury, and cold precision, I was fragile — a trembling flame flickering before a storm. Yet he craved me with an obsession that bordered on madness. I was trapped in his web of control and desire, unsure if I would ever escape the darkness that had become my reality.

He had stalked me for months before cornering me completely. His threat still echoed in my mind — he’d frame my father for embezzling millions from his company if I didn’t marry him. So I did. I became Mrs. Draven — not out of love, but out of fear.

"Miss me, dear wife?"

His deep voice sliced through the silence as he stepped into the room. It was our wedding night.

"No. I didn’t," I replied coldly, my voice trembling despite my resolve.

"Ouch, my heart — you wound me," he said with mock pain, clutching his chest as a cruel smile played on his lips. He took a slow step toward me.

I instinctively moved back. “Don’t come near me. Stay away.”

He stopped then, his gaze dark and unreadable — but for a fleeting second, I saw something there, a flicker of vulnerability hidden behind the mask of obsession.

"That, I can’t do," he murmured, voice low and raw. “I need you... like oxygen.”